A classic tale of sensuous deception and bold new beginnings, from the remarkable New York Times bestselling author Lisa Kleypas"Lady Hawksworth, your husband is not dead . . ."With these words, Lara's life is turned upside down. Her unhappy, loveless marriage had ended when the Earl of Hawksworth was lost at sea. But now a man stands before her, virile and powerful, who says he is her missing husband, revealing secrets that only he would know. While this dark-eyed stranger closely resembles the earl, he is as attentive and loving as Hunter was cruel and cold, promising to make Lara his wife once again in every way. With every beat of her heart, she aches to believe that this remarkable man is who he claims to be. But is he truly the rake returned and reformed . . . or is Lara being seduced by a cunning imposter?
Lara, Lady Hawksworth, is sure her husband died in a shipwreck off the south Indian coast, but three years later someone answering to the name of Hunter, Lord Hawksworth, reappears. He's accepted by everyone save his uncle, who'd claimed the earldom in his absence, and Lara, who had hated being married to him. How Hunter wins Lara with his exquisite lovemaking and becomes a better husband than the man who left her is the heart of this sweetly sensual, character-driven Regency historical. Kleypas (Because You're Mine) doesn't give a lot of description so the prose sometimes clunks when she shoehorns facts (e.g., Lara's contemplation of a particularly popular shade of house paint) into her narrative and some phrases jar ("this springy, lean animality"). But for the most part her prose flows well, her dialogue is thankfully natural and she's again shown herself to be a cut above most in this popular genre. (July) -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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1 . My FAVORITE book
Posted November 07, 2010 by scgirl , camdenThis is my absolute favorite book. I have read and re-read it so many times I have lost count. An amazing story. Could not put it down. Read it in 6 hours. Lost some sleep to finish it but it was well worth it. I told my hubby when I finished reading it "Don't get mad if I call you Hunter" LOL. If only everyone had a staircase like that at home...OMG. LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2 . One of her best!
Posted August 05, 2010 by Manda , Excelsior SpringsI am a huge fan of Lisa Kleypas. She is one of my favorite authors. I have to say that this is one of her best books. I absolutely loved it and didn't want it to end. She has a way with writting that draws you in and makes you feel part of the story. I read half the book before I even realized it.
May 31, 2001
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Excerpt from Stranger in My Arms by Lisa Kleypas
"Lady Hawksworth, your husband is not dead."
Lara stared at James Young without blinking. She knew she had not heard the estate agent correctly... or perhaps he had been drinking, though she had never known him to tipple before. It was possible that he had grown a little dotty from having to work in the service of the current Lord and Lady Hawksworth. They would surely drive anyone mad, given enough time.
"I know it is a great shock to you all," Young continued earnestly. Concern flared in his bespectacled eyes as he glanced at Lara. "To you in particular, my lady."
Had the news come from a less reliable source, Lara would have dismissed it immediately. However, James Young was a cautious and trustworthy man who had served the Hawksworth family for at least a decade. He had done an excellent job of managing her trust property's income since her husband's death, no matter that there was precious little money to oversee.
Arthur, Lord Hawksworth, and his wife, Janet, regarded Young as if they, too, doubted his sanity. They were an ideally suited couple, both of them blond, tall, and spare of frame. Although they had two sons, the boys had been packed off to Eton and were seldom seen or even mentioned. Arthur and Janet seemed to care about one thing only-to enjoy their newfound wealth and status as conspicuously as possible.
"Preposterous!" Arthur exploded. "How dare you come to me with this nonsense! Explain yourself at once."
"Very well, my lord," Young replied. "I received word yesterday that a frigate recently arrived in London carrying a most unusual passenger. It seems that he bears an uncanny resemblance to the late earl." He glanced respectfully at Lara as he added, "He claims to be Lord Hawksworth."'
Arthur exploded with disbelieving scorn. His lean face, carved with deep lines of cynicism, flushed a vivid shade of red. His long beak of a nose twitched angrily. "'What sort of outrageous hoax is this? Hawksworth has been dead for a year. It's impossible that he could have survived the shipwreck off of Madras. My God, the vessel literally broke in half! Everyone on board was lost. Are you telling me that my nephew somehow managed to survive? The man must be a lunatic to think that any of us would believe him."
Janet's thin lips tightened. "He'll be proved an impostor soon enough," she said crisply, smoothing the toothlike points of dark Vandyke lace that trimmed the bodice and waist of her emerald silk gown.
Ignoring the Crosslands' furious disdain, Young approached the widow. Larissa sat in a gilt-wood armchair near the window, her gaze fixed on the carpet covering the floor. Like everything else in Hawksworth Hall, the Persian carpet was opulent to the point of tastelessness, woven in a fantastical design of surreal flowers spilling from a Chinese-style vase. The worn toe of a black leather shoe protruded from beneath the hem of Larissa's mourning dress as she absently traced the edge of a scarlet flower with her foot. She seemed lost in memories, not noticing Young's approach until he had reached her. Abruptly she straightened like a chastened schoolgirl and lifted her gaze to his face.